This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ... burning as the bright lightning when it strikes; then he sank back upon his bed murmuring: "Oh! my son!"--"Poor man!" exclaimed the doctor, moved by this terrible convulsion of nature. In fact, this explosion was followed by such utter weakness that the words, "Oh! my son!" were but a whisper. "Is this fellow going to ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ... burning as the bright lightning when it strikes; then he sank back upon his bed murmuring: "Oh! my son!"--"Poor man!" exclaimed the doctor, moved by this terrible convulsion of nature. In fact, this explosion was followed by such utter weakness that the words, "Oh! my son!" were but a whisper. "Is this fellow going to die on our hands, too?" asked the turnkey. "No, it can't be so!" continued Jacques Collin, raising himself and gazing at the two witnesses of this scene with a cold tireless eye. "You are wrong; it is not he! you mistook another. A man cannot hang himself in a solitary cell. How could I hang myself here? All Paris is answerable to me for that life! God owes it to me!" The turnkey and the doctor, who for years had been surprised at nothing, were stupefied in their turn. M. Gault entered with Lucien's letter in his hand. At the appearance of the warden, Jacques Collin, prostrated beneath the violence of his outburst of grief, appeared to grow calm. "Here is a letter which the attorney-general bade me to give you still unopened, ' said M. Gault "It is from Lucien?"--said Jacques Collin. "Yes." "Is it true, sir, that this young man is--?" "Is dead," interrupted the warden. "Even if the doctor had been in the prison at the time, he must have come too late.--The young man is dead; there--in one of the pistoles--" "May I see him with my own eyes?" asked Jacques Collin, timidly. "Will you allow a father to weep over his son's body?" "You may, if you wish, take his apartment, for I have orders to transfer you to one of the chambers of the pistole. Your solitary confinement is over.' The prisoner's eyes, from which ...
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